Cruel Summer

Phone Calls and Sunsets

A blush covered my face when his perfectly sculpted face popped into my mind. A warm, tingly feeling was sent from the butterflies in my stomach to the place between my legs. I clenched my thighs when I thought about the way he touched me.

I shot up out of my seat and quickly ran to the bathroom, turned on the water, and made sure the knob was pointing to the cold side. I quickly shed my clothes and jumped into the small cubicle. I gasped when I felt the freezing water on my back and chest.

Sadly, the cold water didn't help as my thought continued to run wild. I thought about the veins in his arms when he flexed them and about how his hard chest pressed against my back. The way his thick bulge was-

I was broken out of my thoughts when someone banged on the door. I cursed, my heart raced, now not just because of my pg-13 thoughts, but because whoever so kindly knocked on the door, scared me half to death.

The person was relentless in trying to break down the door. I turned the water off and wrapped a towel around my wet, naked body. "What?!" I shouted at the door. I frivolously tried to dry off without uncovering the front of my body.

"Get out the shower, you're wasting water!" My brother shouted at me through the door. I furrowed my brows together in annoyance. i***t. I waited a few minutes after I heard his footsteps walking away from the door. Once I was sure I was alone, I continued to dry my body.

I threw my towel over the rack to dry and grabbed my robe. It's purple and fluffy. I shrugged it on and tied the string around my waist. I unlocked the door and made my way to my bedroom. Once I placed my feet on the beige, carpet floor, I shut and locked the door.

I pulled off my robe and put on a matching set of black panties and a black bra. It was cold because of the transition of fall to winter so I opted for black sweatpants and an orange, long-sleeved shirt. I flipped my head over to where I was facing down and scrunched up my dark, brown curls with the moose I put in my hands.

I didn't wanna deal with my hairdryer, so I decided against diffusing my hair and just kept it damp after I towel-dried it. I grabbed my phone and turned on Style by Taylor Swift. Then I took my homework out of my book bag and placed it on my bed before doing the same to me.

"You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt. And I got that good girl faith, and a tight little skirt." I sang the words out loud, nodding my head along to the beat. Everyone in my school always dis's on Taylor Swift, except for a few girls, but she's actually not that bad.

My song was interrupted when my phone rang. It was an unknown caller, so I just let it ring. As soon as I started getting back into the song, my phone rang again. I rolled my eyes and pressed 'ignore'. Before I could even hit the play button, the same number called again.

I answered it angrily, "Whoever this is, back off!!!" I practically growled at the stranger through the phone. I was pissed because not only did they interrupt my music more than once, but because I was frustrated with the homework that I didn't understand how to do. Like, who in there right mind gives out homework on the first day of school?

"Now, now, darling. That's no way to talk to your boyfriend." My eyes widened when his voice registered in my head. What the hell? It was Carter. As in hot-jerk, crystal eyes, Carter Wilson. I pulled my phone away from my ear to look at the caller ID, and confirmed that he's the same person that has been interrupting my music for the past 5 minutes.

I opened my mouth to say something but then I realized what he said. Boyfriend? What in the world is wrong with him? "Did your mom drop you on your head when you were a baby, or something?" I scoffed and hung up the phone.

Before I had a chance to put my phone down, it rang again. I rolled my eyes and blocked Carter. I needed some fresh air, so I wrapped up my homework, planning to do it tomorrow during study-hall as my class was the last period, and headed outside.

I grabbed my socks out of the dryer and pulled them on before donning my tennis shoes. I walked outside around the neighborhood, nodding at people that I passed by. I made my way to the small playground that my neighborhood built a while ago.

Luckily, it was empty. I walked over to the swing set and sat down on the dark green leather. I started swaying back and forth until I picked up enough momentum to actually swing. I looked up at the sunset, admiring its beauty.

A breeze blew my hair away from my face and I closed my eyes, relishing in nature's presence. Everything was quiet except for the frogs and crickets. I stayed that way until I heard the crunch of somebody snapping small twigs and leaves beneath their shoes.

I opened my eyes and looked up. I stopped swinging and sat there in shock. The only thing that I was able to move was my eyelids as I blinked at the man in front of me. What the hell is Carter Wilson doing here?!